It was my classmate who came in, and when I heard his words, I was struck by lightning, and for a moment I blushed indescribably, and I wanted to find a crack in the ground at once.

He turned his face and saw me again, and hurriedly changed his words: "Yo, it's you kid, what wind blew you here?" I said to him in a straight voice: "You kid give me your phone number, I can't contact you if I ask you for a drink, tell me quickly!" He was puzzled, casually said the number of his office, I said something else and rushed out of the door, ran far away before I heard the voice of my classmates calling me.

This time my people lost so much that they couldn't end up. On the way, I suddenly remembered a Yuefu poem, which wrote about the embarrassing scene of the meeting of his ex-wife and late husband.

Compared to what happened to me and my younger sister, it was much better, and they still had a good conversation. The original poem is as follows: Go up the mountain to pick turnips, and go down the mountain to meet the deceased husband.

Kneel down and ask the deceased husband, what is the newcomer like? Although the newcomer is good, he is not as good as the old man. The colors are similar, but the claws are not the same.

The newcomer enters through the door, and the old man goes through the door. New artificial weaving, so artificial weaving. One horse per day, more than five zhang of weaving.

Compare the newcomer to the original, and the newcomer is not as good as the old. The gist of the poem is: climb the mountain to pick the turnips, and go down the mountain to meet the former husband.

The deceased knelt down and asked her husband, "How is your new wife?" The husband said, "Although the new wife is good, she is not as good as yours." Although the beauty is also similar, the weaving skills are much worse. The newlyweds marry home from the gate, and you leave me from the gate. Newcomers are very good at weaving yellow silk, but you can weave white silk. There is only one yellow silk day weaving, and there is more than five zhang of white plain. Compared with Huang Juanbai, my newcomer is not as good as you. "The man in this poem is a little different, and he constantly praises his ex-wife for her appearance and craftsmanship

"Newcomer". The words are sincere, and the heroine listens to the man's concessions and confessions, and her heart is naturally filled with a little pride, but she asks him: "You know that I am so good, but you marry her from the new door and make me leave through the side door?" When the man saw the woman blaming himself, he knew that this was an opportunity to redeem his beloved woman, so he no longer left himself a way back, and the feelings of longing expressed by the heroine became more and more profound

"The newcomer is not as good as the old one" said frankly and bluntly, very clumsy, and must have amused the heroine. I ran back to my office in embarrassment and hurried into my office, only to breathe a long sigh of relief, lest anyone notice me along the way.

If others know about this, can they still go out? I thought about it and didn't want to work. After thinking about it, I finally got a little bit of a sense of it, and I felt that there was nothing wrong with it, and it was definitely lost to be embarrassed, but there should be room for maneuver in things.

First of all, A knows me, I don't know her, and she knows me, which means that she has a good impression of me; Secondly, I just say something that I can say, man, don't be surprised if you don't know; Again, there are only two of us in the office, I am ashamed to make such an embarrassing thing, she is not ashamed, as long as she does not spread the word, I am not ashamed; Finally, I would like to make a sincere apology, and I guess this matter will be gone.

Anything is possible, there is only one answer, I muttered, and I couldn't help but smile on my face for a long time.

But laughing and laughing, I can't really be happy, I haven't lost such a big person since I was a child, if the matter really spreads, I will become the laughing stock of everyone after dinner.

So my heart was so heavy at that time that I couldn't write about it now. After work in the afternoon, I found a restaurant and asked for two beers to drink it and get drunk.

When I staggered back to my residence, don't say it, it really worked, I was really happy, and went straight to bed to find Zhou Gong.

In a trance, I heard someone shouting at me, and I woke up immediately. Listen carefully, there is no movement, look at the watch, it is 9 o'clock in the evening.

I always felt that there was something I should have done but didn't, sat up and thought about it for a while, and immediately laughed dumbly, forgetting to chat with the cloud network (the agreed time is 8 to 10 o'clock every night).

After thinking about it, I had a very unpleasant conversation yesterday, and the conversation was fruitless, but I circled myself in.

As soon as my head hit the pillow, I bounced up again as if I had been pricked by a thorn. Who have I become? A gentleman will never spit out bad words, I should have an explanation with her, if she is not there or ignore me, it is her business, man, I want to be a gentleman.

Maybe she didn't go online tonight, or found out that I wasn't there and she left, so she didn't blame me. I suddenly remembered a movie and forgot which country: the hero fell in love with the heroine and made a promise to the heroine - when he had money, he would build her a villa on the mountain, and then the heroine betrayed him and married another person, but the hero still kept his promise and bought a villa for her with his life wealth.

He said that it was a woman's business that women were fickle, and that as a man, he had to keep his promises.